Get a grip and head downstairs

You get a grip of yourself and decide to head down the stairs. Opening the door outside you see sun shining, and beautiful weather and your mood lifts up a bit again. Warm sun glances on your skin, perhaps even to strongly. But the gentle breeze evens it out.

You see Michael, older gentleman who lives on a ground floor who is watering flowers in a small garden in front of your building.

He's about sixty years old, with white hair and short beard. Time was good to him, and his physical activities kept him lean and nimble.

He eyes your whole body before whistling under his nose and waves at you. He's sweet and friendly - but a men after all!

You wave to the Michael as you pass him by as he waters his flowers. He waves you back and shouts "Hello Alex! Oh? It's your turn today? That damned law. Do you want to spend some time with me watering flowers? " he seems to be throwing you a lifebuoy. "I can clean you up too" he says as you get closer and he can see the state of your face, that's shining from Eliza's juices.

You decide to take him up on the offer of clean-up, walking over to him.

"No. It is fine Mister, I actually voluntarily joined... So if I could just wash up my face it'll be fine." you shifted on the spot, It was a good pay, and you actually somehow didn't mind the fucking and being dominated in public. "And, I can help you water the flowers for a bit anyway, I have to follow orders after all." you add with a wink.

He nods his head to the side when he hears you volunteered, as if he was very disappointed in you, but still offers you the hose you use to clean yourself up, and then to water the sunflowers sprouting above peonies in his urban garden.

He tanks you for that and let's you go on your way.